k, I'm panicking...

Bryce and I had a ceremony to signify tonight as the night we quit smoking cigarettes. We smoked all that we had at a late night Denny's run except two, then pulled into the parking lot of sergeant's (which has since gone out of business) and broke them in half. I named his last non smoked cigarette and he named mine. It was a painful but joyous moment, you'd have to have been there. I know the benefits of quitting, like...ummm... not dieing, not spending all the money, but if you've ever been a smoker, you'd understand. So many great moments have been shared with a pack of Camels, Palmals or Marbs. Shit, even a few moments were shared with Highways. And those are terrible cigarettes ($2.98 a pack though- can't beat that). How many nights at the Royal Princess pub in Torino have I spent smoking and drinking with my friends? Cleaning up is a hard thing to do. Drinking and smoking down, I got the biggies out of the way. I'm going to be such a bitch the next few days while I fight the jonesin for those cancer sticks. I apologize beforehand to all those that are in my daily life. This will be almost as unenjoyable for you all as it is for me. Sorry. Blame Italy if you like. I do.